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Chapter 507 Coexistence
What's he doing here?

The headless reindeer opened its eyes, which were visible through the severed neck, in surprise, and casually explained, "This one is named Tungsten Bone, and according to you humans, he's a native species of the killing field. Consider him a friend. It's been a long time; I'll go find him and have a chat."

After saying that, the headless reindeer stood up from its seat. Claudia and Li Sheng stood up at the same time and said in unison, "I'll go too."

Claudia wanted to take a look at what the conductor's cabin looked like. Anyway, with the immortality field as a backup, maybe she could seize ownership of the train and start a thrilling storyline?

She'd even come up with a title: "Reborn in the Heavens and Earth: Am I the Heroine of a Refreshing Novel?"

Li Sheng's reason for this was naturally due to the words "divine calamity" mentioned by Wu Gu.

The headless reindeer shook its head and said, "You'd better not come along. The tungsten-boned people are fine, but they're a bit like racial knights, discriminating against all humans."

“It’s okay, I also have some prejudice,” Li Sheng waved his hand and said, “I’m Crazy Thursday V my Cavaliers.”

Wanli Fengdao rolled his eyes and complained, "Wasn't it supposed to be VIP 50? Why are you making me VIP 70? Are you taking a kickback?"

In short, the players did not follow the headless reindeer, swayed by its insistence.

Since she had nothing better to do, Huiyu decisively took out her neck pillow, eye mask, and noise-canceling earplugs, and started sleeping without a care in the world. Before going to sleep, she didn't forget to plug in her power bank to charge herself for a while.

White Horse Tombstone took out a terrifyingly heavy alloy barbell from his backpack and started exercising without saying a word.

Wanli Fengdao silently sipped his goji berry and ginseng tea, while Claudia and Reyes closed their eyes and concentrated on restoring their spiritual power.

Seeing that everyone was busy, Li Sheng thought for a moment and took out a generator, induction cooker, cooking oil, green peppers, cutting board, cleaver and spatula from his backpack.

He sliced ​​the green chili peppers. Wanli Fengdao, who heard the noise, turned his head and glanced at them, but didn't say anything. Mid-to-high-level players are generally cautious and prepare canned food and bottled water for each mission. Those with empty space in their inventory will also bring their own boxed lunches.

It's a little strange to cook on the spot, but it's not unheard of.
"What the hell are you going to do?"

Wanli Fengdao's astonished voice drew the attention of Baima Tombstone and others. They saw Li Sheng activate his puppet assembly ability and, like pulling a radish, easily plucked off a finger from his left hand with a "pop," breaking it into small pieces without any blood flowing out, and placing it in a bowl for later use.

"We're a bit hungry after walking all this way. Would you like braised chicken feet or stir-fried pork with chili peppers?"

Li Sheng spoke casually, and just as he was about to take the oil out of the wok, his fingers, which had already been reduced to small pieces, flew up on their own under the drive of an invisible force, assembling back together like building blocks.

"Ok?"

Li Sheng raised an eyebrow, activated the puppet assembly again, crushed his fingers into powder, put them into a glass test tube with a stopper, and threw it at a seat in the distance.

This time, the minced meat took longer to reshape itself in the test tube before breaking through the glass tube and flying back to the severed surface of Li Sheng's palm.

Reyes quickly realized, "Are you testing the immortality field mechanism?"

Li Sheng nodded and conducted several rounds of tests, including but not limited to immersing the severed finger in hot oil—the finger, which was only 80% cooked, was restored to its original state.

Separate the severed finger and, using the ability to assemble a puppet, implant the pen into the severed part of the palm—the severed finger still flies back and merges with the pen.

The attempt to separate the severed finger and put it into the backpack slot failed; the part anchored by the immortality field could not be retrieved.

"I think I understand."

Li Sheng rubbed his fingers, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Compared to regeneration, the train's force field is actually more like restoration."

"Regeneration and restoration".

Claudia pondered the two words, frowning as she said, "Although their final effects are similar, their mechanisms are completely different. The former grows new tissue from the wound, while the latter freezes the injury, reversing and repairing the damaged tissue."

From a purely sophisticated perspective, restoration is clearly a higher level—it's similar to entropy reduction, approaching the manipulation of laws.

Reyes's eyes flickered, and he suddenly realized something. He prided himself on his outstanding abilities, rising from a street vendor in Mexico who barely made ends meet to become the third-in-command of a medium-sized guild, managing a massive sum of tens of billions of dollars.

But compared to a lone ant like the ant that stormed London, it still falls short.

While Reyes was still reveling in his narrow escape, Ant was already secretly exploring the train's force field mechanism under the guise of feigning madness.

In case something unexpected happens, this fragmented information might help him survive, or even yield more valuable intelligence. The devil is in the details; this meticulousness and attentiveness are perhaps the difference between those destined to reach the summit and those of average ability.
"呲呲呲——"

Reyes was deep in thought when he suddenly heard the sound of steam leaking out.

Instead of cutting his finger, Li Sheng took out pig's trotters and soybeans and put them in a pressure cooker to stew vigorously.

This pressure cooker is made of titanium alloy, which is exceptionally sturdy. Even the reduction effect of the immortal force field could not make the pig's trotters break the pot.

Reyes exclaimed, "WTF, dude, you actually cook?"

“Otherwise,” Li Sheng said with a smirk, “Judging from previous tests, the more severely the living tissue is damaged in the immortality field, the longer the restoration time will be.”

I stewed the pig's trotters until they were very tender, then ate them immediately and stuffed them into my eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and navel. I wanted to see how I could possibly turn back into excrement.

These remarks were so outrageous that Claudia slapped her forehead and said with a pained expression, "Why do you seem to perk up the moment we talk about poop and pee? Aren't you afraid that the pig's trotters will burst your stomach if they're reconstituted?"

"Given the internal strength of a superhuman, a mere pig's trotter wouldn't be enough to burst their intestines,"

Wanli Fengdao's eyes widened in horror as he muttered to himself, "What I'm more worried about is whether he'll reuse the restored pig's trotters."

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The automatic doors opened, and a headless reindeer dressed in a windbreaker entered the ninth carriage of the Eternal Holiday themed train, waving and saying, "Hi, Tungsten Bone."

The skeleton knight, who was tidying up his armor, turned around. His metal plate armor was almost a hand's thickness, black and silver, with shoulder armor, armpit armor, arm armor, and leg armor all in place. The surface was covered with metal spikes, and the front of his chest showed outward-protruding rib structure.

His weapon was a two-handed greatsword strapped to his back, and his mount was a constantly shifting cloud of smoke draped in tattered cloth.

“Reindeer. Long time no see.” The Tungsten Bone Knight’s voice was hoarse and rough, and red light flickered in his hollow eye sockets. “You have the scent of a divine abomination on you.”

"I know, it belongs to one of my younger brothers."

The headless reindeer shrugged. "But he's an infected being of the Insect Lord God, not the kind of God Abomination you're looking for."

Just as the headless reindeer enjoys fishing, the Skeleton Knights, also a highly intelligent native species of the killing field, aim to hunt specific types of divine abominations.

“Godly abominations are just like humans,” Tungsten Bone said coldly. “Those who are dead are the good ones.”

"You're still too extreme."

The headless reindeer shook its head. "The dominant species in the main universe Earth that the current killing field block is connected to is humans."

Just like the arthropods of the Cambrian period, the insects and fish of the Silurian and Devonian periods, and the dinosaurs of the Jurassic period, whether you like it or not, we will coexist with them for a very, very long time.

Instead of hating them, we should enjoy the fruits of their civilization, like this.

The headless reindeer pulled out a smartphone and waved it around. GOC had piled a lot of technology onto the phone in an effort to get closer to him.

Not only can it absorb light to charge itself, but all the apps inside are cracked versions, with no ads, unlimited data, and a built-in black card payment system.

Once, a reindeer opened a live streaming platform and casually sent a hundred super rockets and spaceships to a fishing streamer, startling the streamer who thought he had encountered a money laundering scam. He immediately knelt down and begged the streamer not to send a refund to a minor.

However, upon hearing this, Tungsten Bone opened his jaw and sneered silently, "Coexist for a long time? Not necessarily."

"What do you mean?"

The headless reindeer was taken aback. He only explored places with fish and other creatures, and his understanding of the killing field was not as good as his friend's.

"In the next carriage, there are chosen ones from the main universe outside of Earth."

Tungsten Bone casually pointed to the eighth carriage where the Fungus King and the others were, and said quietly, "I've been to the edge of the Killing Field and witnessed the rifts forming with my own eyes. The various blocks of the Killing Field are connecting."

For the human species and civilization, the initial protection period is almost over.

(End of this chapter)